Got One-Shots Book 2

His First Love (Jon Snow x fem!reader)

(ANGST AHEAD!! With a teeny bit of fluff)

Winterfell. Jon breathed a sigh of relief as he walked through the corridors of his childhood home. He hadn't realized how much he'd missed it while he was at the Wall. Memories floated all around him like ghosts. Some brought him down, but others brought a smile to Jon's face. There was one common element to all of them. You.

You were Jon's first love, the one he would never forget. He'd loved you once. Even when he had Ygritte, he hadn't forgotten you. Now Ygritte was dead and he hadn't seen you. It was possible that you were dead too. Jon felt more alone than ever before, but your memories were enough to keep him going forward.

Jon felt himself blush as you grabbed his hand. "Come on, Jon! Please?" You fluttered your eyelashes and Jon found himself caving to you. With a sigh, Jon nodded and got up. He lead you outside where you could still hear the music from the feast. He pulled you close and danced with you under the stars.

Jon was sitting outside, sharpening his sword when he felt a pair of arms wrap around his neck. He stiffened for a moment until he felt the kiss to his cheek. He smiled. "You shouldn't sneak up on a man with a weapon," he scolded gently and you giggled. "Well, you should be more observant of your surroundings, my dear Jon." Jon chuckled and sheathed his sword. He placed a hand on one of your arms. Then, he pulled you around his body so you were perched in his lap. You squealed in delight.

"Do you really have to go?" you asked him. He'd just told you that he was joining the Night's Watch. He was packing his things, but stopped and turned to you. "You know I do. It's the only place I belong. I'm a bastard, Y/N. I have nothing to offer anyone except the Night's Watch." You shook your head, your eyes pricking with tears. "That's not true, Jon. You've offered me so much love. Isn't that enough?" Jon frowned. "I'm sorry, Y/N." You sniffled. "I'll miss you, but I know this what you have to do. Don't forget me." Jon stepped closer to you and rested his forehead on yours. "Never."

"What has you so lost in thought, Your Grace?" Jon froze. He recognized that voice. He could be parted from its owner for thousands of years and still know it. It was a voice he heard in his head when he was alone with nothing to distract him. A voice he heard in his dreams.

Turning slowly, Jon was met with your (e/c) gaze. Your smile was soft, but he could see the pain in your eyes. For a few moments, the silence echoed through the empty corridor. You were locked in a staring match. Both of you wondered who would crack first and speak again. While staring, Jon discretely scanned your form.

Like him, you looked older than you had the last time he saw you. Your face had lost a little more of its baby fat and your eyes had lost their naiveté. "So beautiful," was the only thought coursing through Jon's mind. He hadn't even realized he'd said it out loud until you responded. "Thank you." Jon shook his head and blushed.

"J-Your Grace," you started, taking a small step toward him, "Welcome home." Those words were all it took for Jon to bestow his rare smile on you. "It is home, isn't it?" You nodded. "It is, Your Grace. Always has been and always will be." Jon's expression turned serious. "Your Grace? Since when are do we address each other so formally?" You turned away and sniffled. You were crying. "Since you became King in the North. We aren't the same people we were before."

"That's true, but does that change things between us?" You nodded. "Yes, Jon. You left. I never thought I'd see you again and now that I have, everything has changed. We aren't Jon and Y/N anymore. We are King Jon Snow and Y/N, the baker's daughter. Our friendship has no place in the new order here."

Jon got closer to you and gently grabbed your arm. He turned you to face him. "And what of our other relationship? Does that have a place? Or have you forgotten?" You scoffed. "Your lords would call for your head and you know that. And no, I haven't forgotten what we were, Jon. How could I? You were the first man I ever loved, but I am to be married. In a three moons time."

Your words rooted Jon to the spot. You were betrothed. Engaged to be married. To someone that wasn't him. Jon knew he had no right to his jealousy, but he couldn't help it. It was his own fault, he knew, but that didn't matter. What mattered was that he had returned and wanted you in his life. "What we had cannot be again, Jon," you had continued.

"Why are you here then?" Jon asked through clenched teeth. You did your best to smile, but Jon could tell it was fake. "I came to congratulate you on your victory and your crowning. You will be a great king, Jon, if you listen to your people. I wish you all the best." You carefully removed your arm from his grip and turned to walk away. "Do you love him? Are you happy?" Jon called out to you. You glanced over your shoulder. "It doesn't matter." Turning your face away once more, you walked down the corridor. Jon stared after you with the feeling of his heart sinking to his feet.